Should I find my memories forgotten
What of me would continue to exist?
As, molded by the life I am begotten
And learnt am I through what I reminisce
Should I be struck again with infancy
And gaze upon a world now turned anew
Should everything I lost be true to see
What of the man I was, could re-accrue?
Could every sunset basked in light my mind
Would shallow days gain depth in innocence
Is trudging through dismay what rends us blind
Or is the bliss of ignorance amiss? 
So shrouded in my mind’s breadcrumbs am I
That I might lose the path I walk, ahead
So lost in looking back to wonder why
That I may ever tarry in my stead
Yet if I tripped and fell upon my head
And could remember not who I had been
Would I forget to drop my crumbs of bread
And turn to journey onward without dread?